Sometimes I forget.
I forget how it is to want something.
I forget what it is I want.
It is impossible to stop human nature. People change. Feelings change. Thoughts change.
But it is possible to pervert human nature. To adjust its course. To put up a dam or two and watch how thoughts and actions alter course.
Sometimes you can stand in the river, an obstacle yourself, and despite the current, stand utterly still.
And wait.
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Sometimes I forget how beautiful you are. There are nights that I fall asleep and I want to feel your warm bare body curled into mine.
Sometimes I forget how good it is to have my hand around your neck.
Sometimes I forget that smile, when you let yourself love me more then you should. That slightly mischevious look over cards, or dinner, or just talking.
Sometimes, it is even enough.
Your words – your tone – continue to excite those parts of my brain that most personal writings never reach. Unfortunately, this time, they also reminded me of loss.
How do you find the words my heart feels?
Like Raging Heart, most writings never stir my soul.
Until now.
Sometimes it is…